His Life for mine

Well, here I am posting. Can you believe it? I was so excited – oh my land – it was April 26! A wonderful teaching at church and I was going to run home and blog about it. Didn’t.

So today I tweeted that I was going to make some popcorn and write a post. A dear blog friend was so excited and encouraging to me, I picked up my phone and surprised her with a call. (Good thing you were in a PARKED car Theresa ). LOL And so I promised her I would blog. I do not say the word ‘promise’ lightly. So for you today my friend, I am keeping my word.

I miss blogging. I miss writing, I miss reading. I miss all of the inspiration, friends, the fun. All of it. For awhile twitter took over. Then I toned it waaay down. I just haven’t gotten back into blogland. I must find a middle ground.

I do believe I will have to think through what I was going to write about before I post it. I want to write it well. A taste of it though perhaps? Okay…

Regret or Repentance

There you have it. Perhaps you will ponder on this as I do, then we can have a nice discussion soon.

Thank you so much Darla for inviting us to join in worship. Darla has 3 music clips on her post. I snagged the one that spoke to my heart today. So what I needed, to fling my arms wide, to praise my Savior will all that I am. So blessed to join in with my blogging friends.

My good friend Sally Long (known 40 years) was in a work accident on Saturday. She fell 35 feet. She has a broken pelvis on the right side, 2 broken ribs on the right side, 12 broken ribs on the left side (some multiple breaks), a broken clavicle and scapula on the left (collar bone and shoulder blade). Her left lung is a little bruised as well. They thought she might have a small bruise on her liver, they don’t think so but are watching it. Sally has those little plastic things to breath in and out of to exercise her lungs and keep them open. She improved from 500 to 700 but needs to be at 1500. That means deep inhalations, and I don’t know how she can do that will all those ribs broken. Also last night she was still on oxygen, she would love to have that taken away.. She (and we) is so grateful that she does not have any neck or back injuries.
Please pray for a speedy and full recovery for her. Sally is one of the most active people I know and this is going to be hard on her.

Miriam and Doug got married. Miriam calls me her second mom. 🙂 I like that alot! We’ve known her and her family for about 8 years, we met in Tae Kwon Do. I was so honored my daughter Amanda was a maid of honor today and she asked me to fix her hair and one of the bridesmaids. Both updos, similar but not quite the same. Also to bring my makeup bag! Let me tell you I was a little nervous – the hair in pictures! EEK!! And of course their makeup was beautiful, soft and enhancing their gorgeous selves. As nervous as I was it was also exciting 😀 So I guess now I can say I have my first wedding under my belt.

“When a woman can laugh at herself, she gives freedom to other women to do the same. It takes a confident and secure woman to laugh at herself. A woman who doesn’t live in fear of being “discovered” or “found out” or even “thought less” of—a woman who isn’t trying so hard to hold it all together (or still pretending that she can) –these are the women I love being around.”
~Nicole Johnson

This is a big deal for me. It was hard for a long time, and heaven forbid anyone laugh at me. Because of course that meant I had done something wrong. And I can’t do anything wrong…I mean not that I can’t because I do, but no one else is supposed to see. I can correct it before they find out. It must be done right. Doesn’t that sound awful? I lived like that most of my life, a perfectionist. An in the dark or unaware that was what was going on with me, but none the less a perfectionist.

Bondage…that is what that was. I can laugh at myself now, thank the Lord for that. And it feels good to have that freedom. Nicole is so right in that quote…it gives freedom to the other women, laughing with me and at me, because by golly it must truly be funny. I am not perfect, I can’t hold it all together and life is so much more fun, better when I don’t try for the unattainable. That is how relationships are formed. If I can’t laugh at myself, then how can my “friends” laugh? If I can’t laugh at myself how can I be real and expect to have real relationships? How can I expect to “go deep”? We are all called to “go deep” because we are all one body.

Is not laughter beautiful music? Laughter is good for the soul, and mine went way to long without it.

Have you noticed that when you start to do something good obstacles just seem to jump out at you? Suffice it to say I had another stressful week and my eating suffered. I didn’t eat much so that in itself is bad. My water was good though! I only missed one day of exercise. So hovering in the same place – haven’t moved in 2 weeks but I hoping now that I have a new job and events are behind me that life will calm down.

Oh hey would ya’ll pray for me…I do not want to come down with that intestinal bug going around the valley. It is quite debilitating and I start my new job today.